This comes from a long-standing history, not something that can be surpassed overnight.
Not to mention those second-tier giants like Naples, Lazio, Atlanta.
Udinese, Samp, Bologna are even more so, for San Remo, they are not much different from Serie B opponents, essentially they are teams on the same level as San Remo.
So... San Remo’s mindset before playing Inter is completely different from playing Udinese.
Especially since this is the UEFA Europa League semi-final!
The atmosphere in the locker room is quite heavy; everyone is on high alert.
Today’s starting lineup is the same as the lineup for the last game against Udinese, with Naji starting on the defense line.
He saved the team with a crucial equalizer in the last match and thus received the team’s commendation, earning everyone’s trust.
But there are two people in the locker room whose states are particularly different from others.
Lu Yang and Morici... no, not them.
It’s Sogel and Bai Zhami.
Sogel is exceptionally excited; his fists haven’t unclenched all day.
Being from AC Milan Youth Training and a natural red-black, Sogel has fully inherited AC Milan’s combat sentiment towards Inter Milan.
This match for him is a city derby!
AC Milan VS Inter Milan!
As the crown prince of AC Milan, he feels an endless surge of power.
And Bai Zhami...
Don’t forget, Bai Zhami can be considered as from Inter Milan Youth Training.
He once got selected for Inter’s first team but was quickly relegated back to the reserve team, and after assaulting the Youth training director, he was insultingly sold by Inter to San Remo.
Back then, Bai Zhami’s whole life was practically negated.
How many fans does Inter have?
Not to be polite, although Bai Zhami later steadied his footing at San Remo, at that time the combined fans of San Remo were not one percent of Inter’s fans.
For Bai Zhami, at that time, he was facing attacks from all over the world.
Bai Zhami, what does he count for!
Can’t make it!
A player without brains!
Rebel player, does not obey discipline!
Character issues!
Intelligence issues!
Various kinds.
Even to this day, most Inter fans can still say the phrase "We do not need Bai Zhami, and we are not sorry for kicking him out."
Even if Bai Zhami is the main contributor to San Remo’s miracle, even if Bai Zhami now already holds championship trophies of Italian D Division, Italian Third Division, Serie B, Italian Cup, Italian Super Cup, while Inter has won nothing in the past three years.
They still look down on Bai Zhami.
This time, San Remo finally has a chance to face Inter Milan directly, and Bai Zhami can finally show Inter Milan fans whether he should have been swept out by Inter without remorse.
Before the match starts, the players from both sides stand in two rows in the player tunnel.
Next to Lu Yang is Talista.
"Hey! You Serie B player, you look pretty good." Talista, you know him.
From the moment the opponent’s name was drawn, he entered the battle state.
Not only on the field, but even off the field, he’ll go to any lengths.
To win, Talista will do anything.
Now he’s trying to mess with Lu Yang’s mood.
But who is Brother Lu?
Brother Lu is also a master at mood manipulation.
"Actually, if you don’t mind, you can call us Serie A San Remo now," Lu Yang laughed, "We just secured the league title last round. By the way, your Inter this year... oh dear, isn’t it only fifth?"
Talista’s eyelid twitched.
Damn it!
"We can soon break into the top four!" Talista explained.
Inter and AC Milan are only two points apart.
And in the next round of the league, they will have a direct dialogue.
If Inter wins, they will tread on AC Milan’s corpse to break into the top four and enter the Champions League zone.
"Sorry, I’m not interested in future talk, what I just told you was past perfect. Already, and soon, do you understand the difference between these two?" Lu Yang looked at Talista like a fool.
Talista exploded with rage: "I won the Serie B championship last year! You are just following the path I left behind!"
Lu Yang made a funny face: "Ah? So you scored forty goals in the league last season too?"
Talista spat blood on the spot.
Who the heck can score forty goals in a league season?
Do you think it’s as simple as eating peanuts?
"Anyway, you’d better pay attention in this match, this is my turf!" Talista loudly declared his sovereignty.
Lu Yang nodded: "Right, right, San Siro is your turf as a player with a two million salary, not mine as a player with a three million salary, nor Herman Finger’s turf with a six million salary."
"By the way, did Inter promise to give you a raise? How much? Ten thousand or twenty thousand?"
Talista’s face changed, and he fell silent.
Lu Yang seemed to have found big news and covered his mouth: "No way! Inter doesn’t plan to give you a raise? My god, that’s shocking!"
"Your arrogant behavior almost made me think your status at Inter is as supreme as my status at San Remo!"
"Looks like there’s still some distance between us."
"Big clubs, can’t compare, can’t really compare."
"I’ll tell you a little secret, don’t tell anyone else, San Remo is going to give me another raise. One raise a year, I simply can’t take it, I feel they’re giving too much."